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The Bed In Which You Lie
02:24
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The TV flickers neon blue
And throws her silhouette against the door
There’s no laughter the morning after
Just silence and shame and nothing more
Underneath the torn duvet
He feels her aching body sigh
Again she hears a stranger say
"You make the bed in which you lie"
She rolls out of bed half dead
And rolls her first cigarette of the afternoon
Waging war on herself once more
She counts cracks in the ceiling of her room
Underneath the torn duvet
He feels her aching body sigh
Again she hears a stranger say
"You make the bed in which you lie"
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2. |
Bridge Street
02:53
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She took the keys from his hand
And didn’t have to say something had changed
Packed her bags and hoped he’d understand
That sometimes shame can replace faith
A phrase etched on the floor of their room
Said "what you don’t know can’t hurt you"
But he won’t hide
This time
A dying light shines in through the room
As shadows creep across Bridge Street
In their bed alone he feels her move
The unmade sheets where she should be
Hoping it will all come together
Staring at the door expecting her
To change her mind
This time
Outside he hears the April rain
And sits and thinks of everything
That he could change if he tried
This time
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3. |
When You're Down
02:53
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Pick through the pieces
Of an otherwise perfect life
It’s surprising what you find
Like the pills beneath your pillow
And a note that read
"Don’t wake me up this time"
And you said you were alright
How can you just sit there and smile
When you’re down
You’re standing in the doorway
Drawing blood with a knife
You say you hurt yourself to make me realise
That nothing can keep you out of harms way
How can I help someone
Who doesn’t want to be saved
And you said you were alright
How can you just sit there and smile
When you’re down
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Hollow Park Avenue
02:40
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He went up to that house on Hollow Park Avenue
The place where he was born
The tree in the yard had been cut down
And they’d laid stone over the lawn
But I know that he can still hear laughter in the air
And at the top of the stairs his mother waiting there
She found a letter unsent
Hidden in a book beneath the bed
The words were faint but if she strained her eyes
They still could be read
And I know that she can still see her father secretly
Write things he couldn’t stay, those things that she saved
And they know all things decay
It’s the price we pay
But there will always be
The ghosts of memory
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5. |
A New Life Waits
02:50
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Sat by the bay I watched the sun dive
Beneath the waves where tides took down its light
This is that place I threw the time away
And here I am again, on my favourite bridge
At the end of the day
I’ll be by the gate
Across the way
A new life waits
Into my view, people came and went
None could rescue me and the days I’d spent
Summer’s so close I can taste it on the breeze
And on my skin, it sinks in
At the end of the day
I’ll be by the gate
Across the way
A new life waits
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Jay Fynn UK
Lo-Fi Indie Folk Singer Songwriter
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